Fiddlesticks!

This week wasn't a pleasant one. I won't get into specifics but I think that even in Arizona the winter doldrums are inescapable. Perhaps it's the shorter days, or the unmet expectations of the "Christmas season", or all of the rampant, harried materialism that kills the good vibes. I don't know why, but we're feeling it. Of course, putting Eddy down sucked! I was going to go but found that I couldn't do it. Owen went and reported that it was a disturbing yet fascinating experience. I'm grateful to him for going and holding Eddy as his life slipped from his body. When Owen took him in, he was in poorer shape than we realized so we're grateful to have spared him any more pain and suffering. The vet made an imprint of his little paw and then his body was cremated. My family sent us flowers which did ease the grief a bit. Dylan had the hardest time of it. He wept through the whole afternoon. I hope that our Diego will be able to die suddenly and without pain or a need of euthanasia when the time comes. There were other things of the last week but this was the one thing that defines the last week. In the picture you see Eddy, all skin and bones, right before he left. Please excuse Owen's bad hair, he's been one loooong bad hair day lately. I like that picture though because I said one of Eddy's magic words right before I snapped the picture and we were able to capture for the first time in a long time and the last time here on this earth a quintessential Eddy pose. I'm also glad to have a picture of his last day where one of us (a.k.a. Owen with Don King hair) is sincerely smiling. I have a few other pictures of Dylan and Eddy and myself and Eddy and they are all too sad to look at. Here's to looking forward and moving on.
Enjoy the week before Christmas,
Rebecca